It had been a relatively slow day in the infirmary as far as days in the infirmary go. There had been a few minor injuries here and there which were fantastic opportunities for Luka to teach his young Padawan a few things here and there, but nothing extreme, nothing that one might consider exciting. In fact, being how bland the day had been and how short a time the pair had been together, Luka was silently hoping that the day hadn't been too boring for his young Padawan.
He looked to Zhi and smiled warmly, he patted the young man on the back and took his lab coat off. It was only then that he heard the doors slide open and he felt an altogether familiar presence walking into the reception area of the infirmary. He heard the voice, one that he had known well and the tone of that voice could not have rubbed Luka wrong anymore than if it's owner had been trying to annoy him.
"Zhi, come with me."
Luka's face took on a serious tone and he pushed past the reception desk and the nurse on duty and stared down at the all too happy with himself Zeltron Padawan cradling his wrist.
"Force have mercy. Mr. Orspach. What have you done to yourself now?!"
Luka took on a stern tone and knelt down placing his hand over the boy's wrist. Before Julian could speak however Luka pressed his index finger on his free hand to Julian's lips thus silencing him.
"Hmmm. Fracture of the scaphoid in one spot and it looks like a hairline fracture off the trapezium."
He glared at Julian.
"You're not wasting my time with this nonsense, not again. There are other people in this galaxy who get injured in much worse manners than you and they need me more than you do. I'm not fixing you this time. You need to learn what it's like to heal naturally over time when you don't have me there save you, because one day I won't be there."
He sighed and looked between his Padawan and Julian.
"Zhi we have to set his bone before we put a cast on it, Julian is a busy young Padawan and he nor I have time to wait for painkillers to kick in. So If you feel comfortable I'm going to have you set his wrist and then wrap it in a cast. How do you feel about that?"
Again?
Re: Again?
It was true that nothing had felt very interesting…. or actually especially Padawan-level… about today at all. It was fine though.
Zhi had spent more than enough of his eleven and a half years in halls of medicine to know that you could never just say things like that. So he didn’t! Working with Master Luka was a privilege either way, and if their actual work in last ten hours hadn’t been very exciting then at least they’d had hours of being able to talk about everything else; like the ten-year lifecycles of the Vendaxan land squids and their mating season’s ripple effects on the ecosystem. The especially interesting thing about that was that because the breeding season aggression interrupted the acklay trade, they’d actually been shown to have a consistent impact on gladatorial battles diminished Hutt space activity…
Boring infirmary days weren’t so bad. They’d already wrapped up any other projects for the day and Master Luka had gone to finish up something mundane enough that it wasn’t worth showing Zhi, when something familiar prickled at the young Padawan’s awareness — and apparently at his Master’s based on that tone in Luka’s voice.
“Yes, Master.”
Zhi was perfectly at home in the infirmary, but the copper-tan youth’s mannerisms dropped back into neat politeness and professionalism while he followed Luka from the clinic’s office space to the front.
It was just Julian though.
“Oh. Hi, Julian.”
There wasn’t anything especially unusual about seeing Nomi or one of her friends trekking into the infirmary either. Master Luka was not enthusiastic about it today, though. It made things a little more interesting anyway.
Which ones of them were on planet right now? Nomi and Silme weren’t back until next week… and Qareth was away. It was pretty much just Julian and Jachai. That figured.
Zhi stood a few steps back and tactfully didn’t contribute anything to the interaction while his master went through the ritual of checking his younger friend over.
Scaphoid fracture and one in the trapezium… huh. What did he know about those? Zhi was pretty sure the scaphoid was a new one for Julian actually. They were usually from landing—badly—on an open hand with the arm hyperextende… but you didn’t see them in children as much until they got closer to early adolescence when the cartilage in hand bones started hardening. Zhi shook his head and breathed out through his nose.
The copper-tan boy moved closer to his slightly younger friend, accepting care of him from his Master. He held out his hand for Julian’s wrist and gave him a faint sympathetic smile as soon as his fingers brushed the pink and purple youth’s arm. They would be perfectly fine... but yes, that was definitely stinging.
“We’ll be fine about that, Master. Want to come sit and tell me what you did Julian?”
Zhi had spent more than enough of his eleven and a half years in halls of medicine to know that you could never just say things like that. So he didn’t! Working with Master Luka was a privilege either way, and if their actual work in last ten hours hadn’t been very exciting then at least they’d had hours of being able to talk about everything else; like the ten-year lifecycles of the Vendaxan land squids and their mating season’s ripple effects on the ecosystem. The especially interesting thing about that was that because the breeding season aggression interrupted the acklay trade, they’d actually been shown to have a consistent impact on gladatorial battles diminished Hutt space activity…
Boring infirmary days weren’t so bad. They’d already wrapped up any other projects for the day and Master Luka had gone to finish up something mundane enough that it wasn’t worth showing Zhi, when something familiar prickled at the young Padawan’s awareness — and apparently at his Master’s based on that tone in Luka’s voice.
“Yes, Master.”
Zhi was perfectly at home in the infirmary, but the copper-tan youth’s mannerisms dropped back into neat politeness and professionalism while he followed Luka from the clinic’s office space to the front.
It was just Julian though.
“Oh. Hi, Julian.”
There wasn’t anything especially unusual about seeing Nomi or one of her friends trekking into the infirmary either. Master Luka was not enthusiastic about it today, though. It made things a little more interesting anyway.
Which ones of them were on planet right now? Nomi and Silme weren’t back until next week… and Qareth was away. It was pretty much just Julian and Jachai. That figured.
Zhi stood a few steps back and tactfully didn’t contribute anything to the interaction while his master went through the ritual of checking his younger friend over.
Scaphoid fracture and one in the trapezium… huh. What did he know about those? Zhi was pretty sure the scaphoid was a new one for Julian actually. They were usually from landing—badly—on an open hand with the arm hyperextende… but you didn’t see them in children as much until they got closer to early adolescence when the cartilage in hand bones started hardening. Zhi shook his head and breathed out through his nose.
The copper-tan boy moved closer to his slightly younger friend, accepting care of him from his Master. He held out his hand for Julian’s wrist and gave him a faint sympathetic smile as soon as his fingers brushed the pink and purple youth’s arm. They would be perfectly fine... but yes, that was definitely stinging.
“We’ll be fine about that, Master. Want to come sit and tell me what you did Julian?”
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Re: Again?
Upon entering the infirmary Julian was prepared for a lecture, because of course he was. The ten year old had been here many times and he was used to the lectures from the medical staff, but lately they had been getting more and more curt. Julian was strong and did not get injured much more frequently than the average guardian his age, but he and his friend group did train significantly more than most. That of course wasn't to say that any of the rest of his Guardian class was slacking, no not at all. Jachai, Nomi, Qareth, and himself were just a different breed of Guardian. They were all strong in the Force and they were all growing to equally strong swordsmen, not to mention hand to hand combat which was exactly what had landed him here today.
He bowed to Master Luka and held his head low prepared for the lecture, but instead what he got was a bit of a tongue lashing that made him feel smaller than a Took. He stood there and took it but his stomach fell through the floor when he was informed that he would be forced to live like this and let it heal naturally. That would slow down his training and he met lose what he thought might be an edge over Nomi that he had anxiously been waiting to try upon her return.
"Bu...."
Before he could even get the words out Luka's finger silenced him. He swallowed hard, he really was in trouble. No pain killers and setting of a bone?! That sounded profoundly unpleasant but nothing more than he could handle and he knew it, but Zhi was going to do it?? He looked at the slightly older boy his purple eyes filled with quiet uncertainty.
"Hi Zhi."
Julian flinched slightly as Zhi brushed his arm, he followed the Padawan Healer and sat down next to him. His face lit up a bit however when Zhi asked him to describe what had happened.
"So like Jachai and I were sparring hand to hand martial arts, it's a ton of fun, you should try it with us sometime. Any way he got me with a kick to the chest, it sort of knocked the wind out of me and I got knocked backwards. I guess natural instinct took over instead of my training in that situation because I went like this" The youth flailed his injured arm about wildly. "To catch myself as I fell back and it bent like this" Julian, not thinking and caught up in the moment of the story took his other hand to his wrist and bent it back....he immediately regretted this decision as the smile quickly ran away from his face and sweat formed on his forehead and on his cheeks as he winced loudly. "Osik that hurts."
He sighed audibly and noticed a judgmental shake of the head from Luka in the corner of the room.
"Anyway yeah. That's what happened. I also learned something new that I really want to try on your sister when she gets back, so can you make the cast extra good or something so it heals quicker?"
The Padawan looked pleadingly at Zhi and gave him one of those extremely persuasive Zeltron smiles.
He bowed to Master Luka and held his head low prepared for the lecture, but instead what he got was a bit of a tongue lashing that made him feel smaller than a Took. He stood there and took it but his stomach fell through the floor when he was informed that he would be forced to live like this and let it heal naturally. That would slow down his training and he met lose what he thought might be an edge over Nomi that he had anxiously been waiting to try upon her return.
"Bu...."
Before he could even get the words out Luka's finger silenced him. He swallowed hard, he really was in trouble. No pain killers and setting of a bone?! That sounded profoundly unpleasant but nothing more than he could handle and he knew it, but Zhi was going to do it?? He looked at the slightly older boy his purple eyes filled with quiet uncertainty.
"Hi Zhi."
Julian flinched slightly as Zhi brushed his arm, he followed the Padawan Healer and sat down next to him. His face lit up a bit however when Zhi asked him to describe what had happened.
"So like Jachai and I were sparring hand to hand martial arts, it's a ton of fun, you should try it with us sometime. Any way he got me with a kick to the chest, it sort of knocked the wind out of me and I got knocked backwards. I guess natural instinct took over instead of my training in that situation because I went like this" The youth flailed his injured arm about wildly. "To catch myself as I fell back and it bent like this" Julian, not thinking and caught up in the moment of the story took his other hand to his wrist and bent it back....he immediately regretted this decision as the smile quickly ran away from his face and sweat formed on his forehead and on his cheeks as he winced loudly. "Osik that hurts."
He sighed audibly and noticed a judgmental shake of the head from Luka in the corner of the room.
"Anyway yeah. That's what happened. I also learned something new that I really want to try on your sister when she gets back, so can you make the cast extra good or something so it heals quicker?"
The Padawan looked pleadingly at Zhi and gave him one of those extremely persuasive Zeltron smiles.
"I'm just a Jedi."